We encountered and then kicked the bucket many times but my love and desire for you survived all the hardship time could offer.
Love is faultless, thoroughgoing, and absolute. It is never incomplete; you have it or you don’t.
The desires are miserable, it’s like a framer’s crop, it flourishes with rain and gets ruined without water. And we sometimes get baffled between love and desire, though both look the same but have distinct characteristics.
My desire for you was so tenacious; it compelled each and every route you follow to reach me. I hold your thoughts; though unknowingly you pursued all instruction from my senses.
My Love is ceaseless but craving has taken a back seat.

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